"No one is going to hurt you, Margot. I won't let anyone touch you." Rhiannon's arms easily wrapped around Margot's shaking form, the same way they had when Margot was 7 years old and fell off of her bike. Or when she was 10, and Rhiannon had to tell her little sister what had happened to their parents. She had always been the protector, but this time, she had failed.

And she wouldn't allow it to happen again. "Soleil is on her way. We'll take you back to the brownstone, and get you cleaned up. Okay? You'll stay with us."

"Margot..." Rhiannon stopped in the doorway, hands shaking as caramel eyes attempted to document every wound through stinging tears. "What happened?" She quickly stepped over, all of her hesitation gone as her only goal was to mend everything that was broken.

Rhiannon didn't want to believe it. The text messages were enough to pull her out of bed, transient-looking as she made her way across town to Soleil's old loft - the apartment that they'd happily settled Margot into. Her sister's phone was always sharing her location with her, and this was the spot it was last left at. If someone was f-cking with her, she'd settle this quickly.

The key turned in the lock, and the angel stepped inside. Just as she was about to raise all hell - there was Margot. Munching on Raisin Bran. Her sister, still breathing. Alive.
"Got..." She whispered. "What the f-ck?"

Itís the Godís honest truth. Something had driven Callum McKay away from all the things he loved most in the world. But, if he admitted that he thought theyíd be better off without him, heíd be chastised. He clears his throat.

ďI wish I could express the things I have in my head,Ē he says, solemnly, ďIíve been so messed up, and itÖ"

He pauses, gaze falling away from Margot's pained expression. He hates himself for causing these feelings of worry and distress. His abrupt disappearance had been a good idea at the time, but now... well, it's proving to be one of his biggest regrets.

Admittedly, Callum had no plan. He couldn't resist approaching the woman, but beyond a simple greeting, he had nothing. It hadn't been smart of him to appear out of the blue; some warning - any warning - would've been nice. He knows this. But, he had been driven my impulse.

"Margot. I..."

He swallows hard, lifting a hand to scratch his cheek thereafter. It'd behoove him to just turn and retreat. But, he persists. "I'm sorry, Got," he murmurs, dropping his gaze, "I'm really sorry."

It's been a while since Callum McKay's abrupt disappearance, and of course, he has an explanation. In his mind, at least. But, catching sight of Margot for the first time in months leaves him slack-jawed, nervous, and utterly speechless. Cautiously, he steps forward timidly.

Soleil sidesteps closer to the fridge, hand shooting up to guard the door handle. The stand-off is ridiculous; the young Whitaker is almost embarrassed. "I can't let you," she responds, "Not without Rhi's permission..."